it just healed that way
there is a man walking so slowly down the side of the road
from a distance it appeared as if he were dancing
yet as i got closer i could see that it was a painful walk
a leg with an obvious bend
so that while he walks, he dips
a break perhaps?
untreated, untended, unpaid for, unaccounted and uncared for
his leg wasn't born misshapen
it just healed that way
this woman standing by me
in the line at the grocery store
stares into space
her eye cloudy and unseeing
her other eye weeping unconscious tears
the scar running down the side of her face
tells a story
and in the end you know
her eye was not born with a veil
it just healed that way
as i rush from the liquor store
my evening's comfort secure in my hand
i turn to avoid a man who is raging against an unseen foe
thrusting his chest out, his eyes blazing
meaning business he is
i do know this,
that his mind was not born confused and disoriented
in his life, for so many reasons, it just healed that way
and as i reflect on my harsh, often acid-laced words
and wonder why
i lash out, retreat, regret, reflect, and react the way i do
i know i can honestly say
my heart was not born, like this
it just healed that way
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